User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-1298206-20111122220359/@comment-25220117-20120223194207

''Lynch, a tall, thin gray rat, eyes the warlord from among the horde of rats, a paw stroking the pommel of his glaive. His eyes may have been on his chieftain, but they weren't focused on him. They were set upon glory. Set upon power. Set upon the Warlord's throne. A rat known as Slikrayg, bloodshot and sable-furred, roared out in honor of his Chieftain, his mace swinging high above his head. But he too, had his own plans for his warlord and his fellows...This was going to be a long journey indeed, if not the rats' last''